Soul Recycling Novels & Stories

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

The Auction of the Soul The Great Hall was dimly lit, the only light coming from a central dais where a single glass cylinder stood. Inside the cylinder, suspended in a translucent nutrient gel, was the "Sarah" Asset. She looked exactly as she had in the Swiss clinic—a masterpiece of reconstructive surgery and neural-mapping. But she wasn't a person anymore; she was a biological hard drive, the vessel for the Genesis Protocol. "Welcome, patrons of the New Dawn," a voice boomed from the gallery.

(EXCHANGED SOULS) DEATH, REBIRTH, AND REINCARNATION. The three words that are keeps on circling into his subconsciousness, yet the same words that keep on whispering unto his ears like it is some kind of a bug that keeps on buzzing and nonstop, somewhat wanted something out of him by which he knew what, but pretends not. “I will not, I would not give in.”

Then the image dissolved. Kaelen stood in the void again, chest heaving. “You think showing me that changes anything?” “It should.” Thalen’s voice grew cold. “Because that moment made you both what you are. The moon doesn’t create new souls. It recycles them — binding them through time, forcing you to repeat what you refuse to learn.” Kaelen’s laugh was bitter. “You talk too much.” He lunged again, this time with purpose. The sword struck Thalen’s chest — and this time, it connected.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

The words sliced through the air, sharp and dangerous. For a moment, Synx’s smile vanished. Her expression hardened, like ice forming over warm skin. "Soul alchemy," she said, as though correcting a child, "is not vulgar necromancy. It isn’t animation. It is restoration. Bringing the soul back into the vessel… even if that vessel is wounded." My heart raced. I looked at Max, his eyes still open, glazed with absence. My chest tightened. "You… you can really do that?" I asked, my voice trembling. "You can bring him back?"

Leo whispered “That is right. There are some new souls entering, the population of humans is increasing too rapidly to rely on recycling souls,” Nocturne added. Leo was full of questions. There were so many at the tip of his tongue. He went for the one he was the most curious about. “What happens to a soul that has always been evil?” “Souls are cleansed before returning to earth,” Nocturne said diplomatically. “What happens in someone’s past life does not define their new one. It would not be fair.”

Renata smiled, and even I was a little scared of her. "Am I dead? Are you two demons? Will I be in this hell forever?" "Oh no, forever is too long! It's just until I get tired of you and find a better lost soul than yours. But when that happens, you'll just be a patchwork soul. You know what that is? That handwork where you sew a bunch of different scraps together to make something? Yes, because we're going to shred you and sew you back together to keep shredding! And then, after I get tired, I'll send you to your next hell!"

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

"The founder didn't just study soul-resonance in theory. He tested it. On students." "On the ones who failed their initial evaluations," Thalen added, his aristocratic composure cracking as he traced a finger over the edge of the stone desk. He picked up one of the rotted ledgers, the cover crumbling into dark flakes beneath his fingertips. "Listen to this entry—'Subject four exhibited complete neural rejection during the secondary tethering phase. Soul-bleed was contained within the lower cistern. Retrying tomorrow with subject five.'" "Malakor didn't invent soul-harvesting," Zeyric said, his breath catching in his throat as the terrible realization settled over them. "He just found the old